A foggy mess dwells
Through abandoned cells
And in perspiration
Pours out of my chest

In the neverending mass of
Inner monologues and doubt
I ponder, my heart slaughtered
But yet it remains

The stakes are my life force
That keeps me a float in
The howling abyss that affects
My dying heart

For its punctures give me force
For whatever reason they hold
As I open my core, flowering like a rose
And out of all of those

Chains of letters pour out
Clumping up like cancer
On the paper, the ink-stained canvas
Please let me find my resting spot